IBRARY 


THE  UNIVERSITY 


OF  CAL IFORNIA 


LOS  ANGELES 


EVIE  BROWN 


6V 


FOREWORD 

This  is  written  of  the  dead,  through  love  and  of 
knowledge — love  that  knew  no  dimming,  knowl- 
edge grounded  in  a  sympathetic  comradeship,  run- 
ning from  youth  to  age.  By  Fate's  ordering,  there 
were  lapses  of  years  when  the  comrades  knew  each 
only  casually  how  the  other  fared.  But  that  made 

j .  • 

nothing  against  the  bond.  It  needed  but  a  hand- 
clasp, a  look  in  the  eyes,  and  we  were  as  though  the 

™    silent  years  had  never  been. 

$        So  much  as  a  foundation  for  what  follows.    This 

§  is  not  an  estimate,  for  only  eternity  can  show  an 
adequate  one.  It  is  but  an  imperfect  setting  forth 

o.  of  the  human  side.  Of  this,  love  was  the  keynote, 
duty  the  law  and  rule — duty  so  nobly  conceived, 

o  it  took  account  of  what  she  owed  herself.  To  this 
end  she  was  an  eager  student,  but  through  all  her 

^     study,  like  a  golden  thread  in  a  varied  web,  ran  a 

<  fine  selflessness.  Knowing  well  her  unusual  gifts, 
she  felt  it  laid  upon  her  to  use  them  for  humanity, 


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also  that  she  could  do  that  best  by  speaking  in  the 
Master's  name,  upholding  with  all  her  strength  of 
heart  and  brain  the  Master's  cause. 

Religion  was  life  to  her — she  breathed  it,  exhaled 
it.  But  never  was  there  a  soul  farther  removed  from 
bigotry,  less  afflicted  with  sanctimony.  Loving  the 
Lord  her  God  so  well,  the  love  overflowed  to  all 
His  children.  She  was  quick  to  see,  and  to  stand 
for,  the  right;  brave  to  condemn  wrong,  yet  wholly 
without  rancor.  She  had  that  largeness  which  dis- 
sociates the  wrong  from  the  human  entity  back  of  it. 
In  all  our  long  and  far-reaching  talks  I  never  heard 
from  her  one  bitter  sentence.  Neither  did  she  ever 
in  my  presence  speak  one  word  that  might  wound 
or  abash  a  listener. 

Yet  she  was  far  from  lacking  discrimination,  and 
was  mistress  of  a  sparkling  wit,  of  a  delicately  bal- 
anced humor.  It  made  her  able,  even  in  discussing 
such  recondite  matters  as  the  Final  Perseverance  of 
die  Saints,  to  laugh  at  a  good  retort,  a  phrase  well 
turned,  a  point  well  taken,  yet  all  the  while  to  hold 
fast  to  her  own  plane  of  belief. 

She  was  supremely  w'ell  born,  of  clean,  straight, 
vigorous  American  stock,  keeping  still  a  touch  of 
Scotch  canniness,  and  Covenanting  strictness  of  faith. 


She  was  even  more  supremely  well  bred,  growing  to 
womanhood  without  the  hampering  of  poverty,  the 
burden  of  great  riches.  After  a  sort,  she  was  the 
flame  on  the  family  hearth,  the  source  of  light  and 
warmth  to  father,  mother,  and  trooping  brothers, 
And  then  there  was  laid  about  her  the  snare  of  op- 
portunity to  become  vain,  idle,  selfish,  careless,  in- 
stead of  what  she  was.  I  think  if  a  real  heart- 
misgiving  ever  came  to  her,  it  was  in  the  dim  fear 
that  she  might  disappoint  in  some  fashion  those  who 
so  lovingly  made  for  her  every  manner  of  oppor- 
tunity. They  realized  her  unusualness,  none  better. 
Being  normal  and  human,  they  desired  for  her  de- 
served recognition.  She  won  it,  in  the  fullest  meas- 
ure, though  not  perhaps  exactly  as  her  pastor  and 
masters  had  dreamed  of  it  for  her.  But  by  simply 
living  her  life,  being  herself,  setting  the  example  it 
was  given  her  to  do,  she  achieved  more  than  if  Fame 
had  trumpeted  her  name  to  the  far  corners  of  earth. 
She  found  "the  profession  of  woman"  sufficient  for 
the  biggest  heart,  the  most  alert  brain.  And  thereby 
she  made  herself  an  exemplar  to  womankind. 

Withal,  she  was  happy — almost  as  happy  as  she 
deserved  to  be.    She  knew  losses  and  crosses.    Grief 

did  not  pass  her  by  any  more  than  joy.    Out  of  the 

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bitter  her  soul  distilled  some  part  of  its  sweetness. 
The  last  time  we  met,  harking  back  to  our  youth- 
time,  I  had  somehow  a  sense  of  opening  a  long-closed 
coffer,  and  breathing  thence  the  perfume  of  dead 
roses. 

She  has  gone  to  these  roses  of  yesterday — gone 
into  the  Great  Beyond,  where  remaineth  a  rest  for 
the  people  of  God,  and  His  peace  which  endureth 
forever.  His  mercy  unfailing  abode  with  her  to 
the  end — the  Dark  Way  was  so  brief  a  passage. 
So  with  tears  of  happiness  we  say  goodbye  to  her — 

"A  spirit  that  went  out, 
And  left  upon  the  mountain  tops  of  Death 
A  light  that  made  them  lovely." 

MARTHA  McCuLLocH  WILLIAMS. 
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LIFE  SKETCH 

There  is  a  picture  in  my  mind  of  an  April  morn- 
ing in  1848,  and  of  a  house — a  home — in  Clarks- 
ville,  Tennessee,  that  seemed  to  be  dreaming  in  the 
spring  sunshine,  so  hushed  that  day  were  its  rooms 
and  corridors.  Entering  through  its  shaded  door- 
way, I  see  a  troop  of  small  boys.  Their  hearts  are 
riotous  with  out-of-doors,  their  breasts  perhaps  stir- 
ring with  rebellion  and  the  desire  to  "tell  Mother" 
what  has  gone  awry  while  she  remained  so  strangely 
inaccessible.  "Aunt  Marthy's"  hand  admits  them 
to  their  mother's  room.  They  meet  her  peaceful 
eyes,  they  feel  her  gentle  touch  on  each  head  in 
turn,  and  hear  her  say,  "Are  you  being  a  good  boy, 
Son?"  They  find  themselves  kissing  an  incredibly 
small  pink  hand,  and  gazing  at  the  features  of  a 
doll-sized  sleeping  being — "Little  Sister!"  In  a 
moment  they  are  in  the  hall  again,  and  "Is  it  Sun- 
day?" darts  through  the  mind.  Their  lips  feel  so 
queer  and  soft,  as  if  a  rose-petal  had  brushed  against 
them.  And  a  new  feeling  is  tugging  at  each  heart, 
a  feeling  that  never  left  any  of  them  again;  that 
"Sister"  was  somehow  uniquely  precious,  to  be 

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teased,  perhaps,  but  also  to  be  cherished,  revered  and 
protected  to  the  last. 

Something  like  this  must  have  been  the  dawning 
hour  of  her  life.  The  eighth  child  of  her  parents, 
she  was  in  infancy,  as  throughout  her  life,  the  be- 
loved of  many.  Perhaps  her  heart  thus  early 
learned  to  embrace  more  loves  than  most  of  us  can 
claim. 

She  was  the  daughter  of  Joshua  Brown  and  Eva- 
lina  Susan  Bailey.  Her  father  was  a  man  of  strong 
convictions  and  austere  piety,  respected  in  the  com- 
munity. He  was  in  1826  one  of  the  organizers  of 
the  Baptist  Church  in  Clarksville,  and  remained  a 
deacon  in  this  church  for  fifty  years.  His  wife  was 
a  woman  of  such  exceptional  gentleness  and  loveli- 
ness of  heart  that  after  forty  years  a  faint  fragrance 
of  her  life  lingers  around  the  scene  of  it.  One 
guesses  that  the  all-embracing  charity  and  habitual 
serenity  of  the  daughter  were  some  of  the  mother's 
legacies  to  her. 

Her  school  days  began  when  she  was  six  years 
old,  and  until  her  graduation  at  seventeen  she  was 
continuously  the  pupil  of  the  noted  educator.  Dr. 
Ring.  Thereafter,  and  following  soon  upon  the 
close  of  the  war,  some  time  was  spent  at  Mrs.  Mc- 
Cauley's  Seminary  in  New  York  City.  Here  she 
studied  French  and  music,  the  most  valued  accom- 
plishments of  young  ladyhood  in  that  period.  On 

her  return  to  Clarksville,  she  entered  upon  the  happy 

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years  that  come  only  to  a  girl  in  the  flush  of  youth, 
surrounded  by  friends,  sheltered  in  a  loving  home. 
This  bright  chapter  came  to  an  end  in  1 87 1 ,  when 
the  death  of  her  mother  caused  the  family  to  leave 
Clarksville  with  its  poignant  memories,  and  to  re- 
move to  Nashville.  Thereafter  she  was  at  some 
periods  the  home-maker  for  her  father  and  brothers; 
at  other  times,  freed  from  the  duties  of  housewife, 
she  interested  herself  in  study  along  various  lines. 
But  always,  until  her  father's  death  in  1882,  she 
was  his  constant  companion.  Her  subsequent  life 
was  kaleidoscopic  in  its  changes,  including  travel 
and  study  here  and  there.  But  with  the  exception 
of  a  brief  period  with  an  aunt  in  Paris,  Tennessee, 
she  always  thought  of  Nashville  as  her  home.  And 
in  Nashville,  four  years  before  her  death,  she  estab- 
lished herself,  with  her  brother,  in  a  congenial  en- 
vironment where  hospitality  was  a  joy  to  those  who 
gave  and  those  who  received  it.  She  was  never 
happier  than  when  she  extended  its  welcome  to 
friends  and  kindred. 

Hers  was  a  varied  life,  we  have  said.  But  in 
this  variety  there  was  unity,  for  everything  she  did 
was  the  expression  of  some  phase  of  her  aspiration. 
She  felt  a  great  interest  in  the  subject  of  education, 
and  in  educational  theory.  Two  years  spent  at  Nor- 
mal Park,  Illinois,  were  full  of  growth  and  gain. 
She  often  in  later  years  referred  with  appreciation 

to  the  genius  of  the  place,  Colonel  Parker;  and  be- 

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came  at  that  time  thoroughly  imbued  with  the  ideas 
of  Froebel.  At  other  periods  she  gave  herself  to  the 
study  and  practice  of  one  or  another  theory  of  physi- 
cal culture.  To  her  the  body  was  always  the  temple 
of  the  soul,  and  as  such  she  wished  to  keep  it  through- 
out life  beautiful  and  strong,  as  its  Maker  meant 
it  to  be.  She  passionately  desired  perfection  of 
every  kind.  The  supine  indolence  that  hastens  and 
causes  infirmities,  calling  itself  meanwhile  by  the 
sacred  name  of  resignation,  was  not  in  her.  She 
rejoiced  for  many  years  in  her  strength.  And  when 
at  last  that  began  to  be  taken  from  her,  she  fought 
for  it  quietly,  smilingly,  hopefully,  every  inch  of  the 
way,  brave  in  defeat. 

In  this,  as  in  other  things,  religious  principle  was 
finely,  imperceptibly  blended  with  noble  instinct. 
Her  attitude  toward  the  physical,  an  attitude  that 
so  far  transcended  asceticism,  was  partly  the  result 
of  conviction,  but  also  the  outcome  of  her  native 
joy  in  every  beautiful  thing.  Herein  she  was  rich. 
Many  of  us  who  have  been  with  her  in  the  woods 
will  not  forget  her  delight  in  a  richly  shaded  leaf  or 
a  spray  of  autumn  berries.  Such  a  treasure  she 
would  bring  home  with  her,  cherishing  it  while  it 
lasted  as  if  it  were  a  sentient  thing.  Fabrics  of  fine 
texture  and  coloring  gave  her  the  same  pleasure. 
Yet  it  was  notable  that  her  admirations  were  in  no 
way  based  (as  are  so  many  of  our  standards)  upon 

the  costliness  of  the  article.     If  it  lacked  beauty,  it 

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lacked,  let  others  value  it  as  they  would.  Similarly 
she  was  no  more  a  respecter  of  persons  than  was  her 
Master  of  Nazareth.  She  made  no  more  of  social 
distinctions  than  did  He,  or  the  child  whom  he  "set 
in  the  midst  of  them."  Nothing  could  have  amazed 
any  of  us  more  than  to  hear  her  assert  her  claim  to 
"ladyhood."  And  no  title  was  ever  less  disputed. 
She  magnified  her  Master,  and  loved  her  fellows  too 
truly  to  think  of  herself  with  egoism.  Toward  the 
exceptional  prosperity  that  came  to  her,  her  attitude 
was  perhaps  remarkable.  She  believed  unwavering- 
ly that  it  was  the  fullfillment  of  the  promise  made  to 
the  givers  of  tithes,  and  thought  of  herself  in  all  sim- 
plicity as  the  steward  of  her  means. 

Her  devotion  to  the  church,  which  is  elsewhere 
recorded,  was  almost  lifelong.  As  a  girl  of  seven- 
teen, she  had  united  with  the  church  in  Clarksville, 
and  from  that  time  to  the  end  her  "fervor  and  profit- 
ing" increased.  I  have  heard  her  say  of  her  conver- 
sion that  it  was  singularly  free  from  the  emotional 
element,  that  her  decision  was  calm,  reasoned,  and 
deliberate,  after  study  and  thought.  She  was  one 
who  could  say  truly,  "I  was  glad  when  they  said 
unto  me,  Let  us  go  into  the  House  of  the  Lord." 

These  pages  would  not  show  her  as  the  buoyant, 
wholesome  being  she  was,  if  they  failed  to  remind 
us  that  she  was  humorous  and  fun-loving.  We  like 
to  remember  that  we  have  oftener  seen  her  eyes 

dimmed  by  tears  of  mirth  than  by  those  of  grief,  and 

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to  recall  how  we  have  heard  her  voice  break  with 
laughter  as  she  related,  and  relished,  some  bit  of  life's 
comedy  that  had  come  to  her  notice. 

Perhaps  her  most  salient  qualities,  after  all,  were 
two.  God's  confirmation  gift  to  her  was  her  life- 
giving  faith,  the  deep  religious  joy  that  abode  in  her. 
His  birthday  gift  had  been  a  nature  all  sweetness 
and  light,  which  shone  with  sunny  approval  upon 
God's  world,  and  felt  it  truly  His. 

"Blessing  she  is:     God  made  her  so, 
And  deeds  of  week-day  holiness 
Fall  from  her,  noiseless  as  the  snow, 
Nor  has  she  ever  chanced  to  know 
That  aught  were  easier  than  to  bless. 

"She  hath  no  scorn  of  common  things; 

And  though  she  seems  of  other  birth, 
Round  us  her  heart  entwines  and  clings, 

And  patiently  she  folds  her  wings, 
To  tread  the  humble  paths  of  earth." 

Suddenly,  mysteriously,  incredibly,  she  is  lost  to 
our  sight.  Our  senses  still,  like  bewildered  children, 
go  seeking  her,  expecting  her,  everywhere.  The  life 
that  began  in  the  springtime,  that  never  knew,  in  any 
sense,  the  sere  and  yellow  leaf,  on  a  May  morning 
set  forth  "once  more  on  its  adventure  brave  and 
new."  To  those  of  us  who  have  loved  her  for  years, 
it  is  sweet  to  linger  over  the  thought  of  her,  to  attempt 
to  say  to  each  other  what  she  was.  To  these  little 

ones  of  her  blood,  whose  memories  of  her  must  some 

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day  (as  we  grieve  to  know)  be  dim  and  few,  we  feel 
that  some  knowledge  of  her  life  and  character  will 
be  an  inheritance,  and  a  challenge  to  noble  living, 
that  we  would  not  have  them  lose.  So,  as  we  ten- 
derly preserve  the  camera's  reflection  of  her  smiling 
face,  we  place  beside  it  for  their  cherishing  this  feeble 
portraiture  of  her  mind  and  heart. 

"Through  such  souls  alone 
God,  stooping,  shows  sufficient  of  his  light 
For  us  in  the  dark  to  rise  by." 

EVALIN  BROWN  FRANTZ. 

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OUTLINE  OF  FUNERAL  ADDRESS 
OF  REV.  ALLEN  FORT 

Pastor  of  First  Baptist  Church 
On  Occasion  of  Death  of  Miss  Evie  Brown 

Text:      "She  hath   done   lohai  she   could."     (Mark   14:8.) 

In  the  Word  of  God  there  is  written  a  biography 
of  every  life.  Some  one  of  the  persons  mentioned 
therein  is  typical  of  everyone  today. 

As  I  have  thought  of  Miss  Evie  Brown,  I  have 
thought  that  Mary  of  Bethany  caused  the  Master 
to  make  a  statement  which,  in  a  few  words,  sums 
up  the  life  lived  by  our  sister.  The  sentence  is 
my  text  for  this  occasion,  "She  hath  done  what  she 
could." 

No  one  outside  the  immediate  family  will  miss 
her  more  than  her  pastor.  In  these  few  years  I  have 
labored  here  she  has  ever  been  ready  to  help  in  all 
the  work  of  the  church.  She  did  not  need  to  be  re- 
minded of  her  duty;  she  was  anticipating  the  needs 
of  the  work  and  the  church,  and  was  ready  to  come 
to  the  help  of  her  Lord. 

She  did  what  she  could  in  prayer.     Those  of  the 
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Missionary  Society  who  heard  her  pray  will  not  for- 
get the  sweetness  of  the  petitions  and  the  deep  spirit- 
ual tone  thereto.  She  talked  with  God  as  friend  to 
friend. 

Then  she  hath  done  what  she  could  in  her  attend- 
ance upon  the  services  of  the  church.  Unless  provi- 
dentially hindered,  or  there  was  some  good  and  suffi- 
cient reason,  she  was  always  at  her  place  in  the  house 
of  God.  Morning  and  evening  on  the  Lord's  day, 
at  Sunday  school  and  at  prayer  meeting,  and  at  the 
meeting  of  the  Missionary  Society — she  was  ever 
present  when  possible. 

Again  she  hath  done  what  she  could  in  giving. 
God  had  blessed  her  so  that  she  could  contribute 
to  His  work,  and  cheerfully  did  she  do  so.  Every 
good  cause  in  Nashville,  and  every  object  fostered 
by  our  denomination  knew  her  as  a  friend  and  helper. 
She  will  be  missed  by  these  as  well  as  by  her  local 
church.  Miss  Evie  began  giving  the  tenth  of  her 
income  years  ago,  when  her  income  was  small;  and 
as  the  years  passed,  and  the  income  multiplied,  she 
continued  to  give  as  God  prospered  her. 

She  was  a  well-rounded  Christian.  While  inter- 
ested in  some  phases  of  the  work  more  than  others — 
as  is  true  with  all  of  us — she  was  not  one-sided  in 
her  Christian  life.  She  was  an  ardent  believer  in 
the  work  at  home,  and  was  deeply  interested  in  all 
the  local  activities  of  the  church.  Then,  she  was 

interested  in  the  training  and  educating  of  the  young, 

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and  in  the  spread  of  the  gospel  abroad.     The  call 
of  the  world  did  not  fall  unheeded  upon  her  ears. 

She  was  a  spiritual  woman.  The  deep  things  of 
God  were  precious  to  her.  She  loved  her  Bible,  and 
she  loved  to  hear  it  taught. 

We  sorrow,  but  we  sorrow  not  as  those  who  have 
no  hope.  The  blessed  dead  will  come  forth  at  the 
coming  of  the  Lord  Jesus.  Spirit  and  body  will  be 
reunited,  and  we  shall  be  forever  with  the  Lord. 
Let  us  comfort  one  another  with  this  hope. 

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TRIBUTES 


FROM    WOMAN'S    MISSIONARY 
UNION  OF  TENNESSEE 

A  memorial  page  appeared  in  the  issue  of  June  8, 
1916,  of  the  Baptist  and  Reflector,  from  which  the 
following  excerpts  are  taken,  the  first  being  from  the 
pen  of  the  editor  of  the  woman's  page. 

"A  beautiful  life  has  gone  from  our  midst  and, 
as  often  happens,  we  did  not  realize  how  beautiful 
until  the  spirit  was  gone  beyond  recall. 

"The  poet  sings: 

'  'I  breathed  a  song  into  the  air, 
It  fell  to  earth,  I  knew  not  where; 
For  who  has  sight  so  keen  and  strong, 
That  it  can  follow  the  flight  of  song? 
And  the  song  from  beginning  to  end, 
I  found  again  in  the  heart  of  a  friend.'  ' 

"Many  a  friend  of  Miss  Evie  Brown  will  long 
carry  in  the  heart  the  echo  of  a  song,  in  the  memory 
of  a  kindly  deed,  a  smiling  word  of  hearty  greeting 
that  helped  to  lift  one  from  doubt  or  despondency. 
Miss  Evie  did  not  discriminate — all  alike  shared  in 
the  ministrations  that  came  from  a  warm  and  loving 
heart.  Many  a  one  in  the  lowly  walks  of  life  has 
reason  to  bless  her  memory. 

"Of  simple  and  childlike  faith,  Miss  Evie's  Chris- 
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tianity  manifested  itself  in  a  life  of  beauty  and  great 
usefulness.  All  that  was  placed  in  her  hands  she 
regarded  as  a  trust  and  distributed  her  benefactions 
as  a  wise  steward. 

"For  many  years  Miss  Evie  had  been  associated 
with  our  Union.  In  fact,  she  was  one  of  those  to 
whom  its  organization  was  due.  Later,  she  was 
made  Trustee  of  the  Training  School  and  she  con- 
centrated her  best  efforts  in  its  behalf,  and  she  always 
asked  for  divine  guidance  and  blessing  in  the  task 
she  had  undertaken.  Her  efforts  were  blessed,  and 
she  was  hoping  for  greater  things  and  that  she  might 
enlist  more  women  in  the  cause  so  dear  to  her.  The 
training  of  young  lives  for  devoted  services  in  mis- 
sionary fields  seemed  a  sacred  purpose  to  Miss  Evie. 

"In  view  of  these  facts  it  seemed  fitting  that  our 
page  this  week  should  be  a  slight  token  of  love,  re- 
spect and  appreciation  of  one  whose  loss  to  the  Union 
and  the  Training  School  is  irreparable,  and  whose 
memory  will  ever  be  a  blessed  thing  to  comfort  and 
strengthen  many  lives  as  they,  too,  strive  to  follow  in 
the  steps  of  the  lowly  Nazarene." 

MRS.  C.  C.  PHILLIPS. 


A  RADIANT  LIFE. 

'  'When  in  the  midday  march  we  meet 

The  outstretched  shadows  of  the  night, 
The  promise  how  divinely  sweet, 
"At  eventime  it  shall  be  light." 
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"From  early  youth  until  her  last  day  on  earth 
Miss  Evie  Brown  kept  her  torch  of  love  for  God 
and  all  humanity  'well  trimmed  and  burning.' 

"At  the  early  hour  of  dawn  Sunday,  May  21, 
in  obedience  to  Heaven's  summons,  her  pure  spirit 
took  the  wings  of  the  morning  and  crossed  the  space 
which  separates  time  from  eternity. 

"The  news  of  her  passing  away  struck  deep  and 
painfully  into  many  a  loving  heart.  Perhaps  grief 
would  have  been  less  poignant  could  a  glimpse  have 
been  granted  of  her  entrance  into  the  blissful  'Morn- 
ing Land.'  How  rapturous  must  have  been  the  wel- 
come embrace  and  fervent  exclamations  of  parents 
and  all  those  who  had  anticipated  her  coming !  How 
her  eyes  must  have  glowed  when  the  Master  ap- 
peared to  her  sight  and  pronounced  the  'Well  done, 
good  and  faithful  servant'  to  her!  How  happy  to 
her  that  first  day  in  Heaven !  Forever  gone  all  pain. 
She  walked  with  God  and  the  angels,  a  blessed  com- 
pany, truly. 

'There  is  no  death — 

What  seems  so  is  transition. 
This  life  of  mortal  breath 

Is  but  a  suburb  of  the  life  Elysian, 
Whose  portal  we  call  Death.* 

"Gentle,  kind,  persuasive,  Miss  Evie  easily  won 
and  held  by  strong  cords  of  sincere  love  her  many 
friends.  These  (and  those  nearer  and  dearer,  for 

whom  her  best  prayers  and  efforts  were  given),  will 

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reverently  cherish  her  memory  and  always  feel  in- 
expressibly grateful  for  her  beautiful  life  and  its 
worthy  deeds.  She  carried  the  whole  world  in  her 
sympathies,  yet  was  considerate  towards  every  in- 
dividual whom  she  met,  whatever  his  or  her  station 
or  condition.  She  occupied  a  plane  of  joyous  living 
and  loving,  to  which  she  early  in  her  Christian  ex- 
perience attained.  It  was  purest  pleasure  to  her  to 
engage  in  undertakings  that  bore  the  stamp  and  ap- 
proval of  her  Lord.  These  were  never  tedious  tasks 
to  be  shirked,  or  regarded  lightly,  but  to  her  privi- 
leges and  opportunities,  in  which  her  soul  basked. 
From  this  vantage  ground  she  gladly  and  loyally 
fought  the  'good  fight'  throughout  the  years.  When 
at  the  last  the  'mystery  of  pain'  threatened  to  affect 
her  usefulness,  then  deliverance  appeared,  for  the 
Great  Physician  set  her  free. 

'Where  the  smitten  heart  the  freshness 
Of  its  buoyant  youth  resumes.' 

"Miss  Evie  was  one  of  that  eminent  company  who 
thirty-eight  years  ago,  in  Richmond,  Va.,  organized 
the  Woman's  Missionary  Union  of  the  Southern 
Baptist  Convention.  A  little  later  in  the  same  year 
she  assisted  in  the  organization  of  the  Tennessee 
Woman's  Missionary  Union.  From  that  year  her 
interest  in  woman's  organized  work  for  missions  has 
been  constant.  Through  her  steady  example  and 

gentle  influence  a  countless  number,  doubtless,  have 

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enlisted  to  speed  the  gospel  and  given  their  support 
to  the  conquests  of  the  cross. 

"Of  all  the  objects  nurtured  and  cherished  by  the 
women  of  the  churches  none  appealed  more  distinct- 
ly to  her  than  the  Training  School  at  Louisville. 
She  was  justly  proud  of  the  result  of  last  year's  effort 
for  this  school  upon  the  part  of  Tennessee  Baptist 
women.  As  Trustee  upon  the  Training  School 
Board — a  position  which  she  had  held  since  the  early 
formation  of  this,  many  years  ago — she  was  deeply 
interested  in  the  subject  of  better  training  for  young 
women,  that  these  might  more  intelligently,  and  with 
a  deepened  sense  of  Christian  responsibility,  enter 
into  any  sphere  of  usefulness,  prepared  to  accomplish 
the  best  results. 

"She  was  herself  enriched  by  the  spirit  with  which 
she,  all  unconsciously,  served.  No  uncharitable 
judgment,  lurking  grudge,  or  hostile  feeling  was  al- 
lowed to  rankle  in  her  bosom.  Offenders  who  ex- 
pressed unworthy  thoughts  in  her  presence  were,  by 
her  silence,  shamed  at  the  bar  of  their  own  con- 
science. 

"Viewing  as  a  whole — in  so  far  as  we  may — the 
inspirational  manner  in  which  she  wrought,  the  choice 
material  with  which  she  built  well,  her  life  work 
stands  out  beautiful,  symmetrical,  polished,  like  unto 
a  palace  whose  broad  corridors  have  many  hidden  re- 
cesses where  are  treasures  unexplored,  good  deeds, 

unknown  to  others,  which  she  did.     Its  high,  wide 

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arches  evidence  her  far-reaching,  exalted  understand- 
ings and  desires.  The  broad  stairway  leads  upward 
to  a  wide,  open  space  where  lights  burn  softly,  music 
sounds  low,  and  bright  flowers — the  laurel  and  rho- 
dodendron she  so  loved — abound,  and  over  all  dis- 
tinct and  clear,  effulgent,  appears  a  glowing  star,  like 
that  of  Bethlehem.  Its  light  she  reflected,  and  it  al- 
ways told  of  good  will — peace  on  earth — to  those 
who  knew  her  longing,  prayerful  love,  which  was 
'ever-circling  about  her  very  own,  in  and  outward, 
until  the  whole  world  was  included  in  her  petitions/  ' 

MRS.  A.  J.  WHEELER. 


A  TRIBUTE. 

"It  was  my  privilege  and  joy  for  many  years  to 
labor  with  the  Woman's  Missionary  Union  of  Ten- 
nessee. Looking  back  through  these  years,  no  figure 
stands  before  me  more  vividly,  by  reason  of  con- 
stancy, zeal,  and  unfailing  interest,  than  does  that 
of  Miss  Evie  Brown.  When  my  interest  was  first 
awakened  and  my  service  enlisted  I  found  her  giv- 
ing whole-hearted  service  to  the  Woman's  Mission- 
ary Union.  In  this  she  continued  all  the  days  of  her 
life,  her  devotion,  perhaps,  gaining  in  intensity.  The 
summons  to  come  up  higher  found  her  where  she 
loved  most  to  be,  amid  the  Baptist  hosts  at  Asheville, 
worshipping  in  annual  convention. 

"In  our  own  State  work  she  has  ever  been  a  will- 
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ing  helper.  She  saw  things  on  a  large  scale  and  was 
a  ready  advocate  of  whatever  stood  for  progress. 
She  was  optimistic.  Failure  in  the  Lord's  cause  was 
to  her  an  impossibility.  The  faith  of  a  little  child 
was  hers,  and  so  she  went,  trustingly,  forward.  She 
was  missionary  through  and  through  and  thoroughly 
consecrated  to  the  work  of  her  Master.  Her  money 
she  held  in  trust,  and  faithful  steward  as  she  was,  she 
gave  liberally  to  every  worthy  cause.  Who  that 
has  heard  the  beautiful  story  of  the  amber  necklace 
at  the  convention  can  refrain  from  saying,  'How  like 
her.' 

"Her  enthusiasm  was  contagious,  her  example  in- 
spiring, her  life  of  devotion  and  liberality  a  stimu- 
lus. Miss  Evie  was  our  helper — our  friend.  How 
we  loved  her !  Now,  and  in  the  days  to  come,  how 
we  shall  miss  her !  Yet,  we  sorrow,  not  as  those  who 
have  no  hope,  for  amid  that  throng  of  waiting  ones 
on  the  other  side  she  stands;  one  more  to  welcome 
us  when  we,  too,  shall  have  finished  our  work  and 
have  crossed  over  to  be  forever  with  the  Lord." 

MRS.  W.  C.  GOLDEN. 

Tampa,  Florida. 


A  WORD  FROM  ONE  OF  THE  MANY  WHO  LOVED  HER. 

"Miss  Evie  Brown  loved  Jesus  and  lived  to  spread 
his  gospel.  For  one  year  I  was  in  her  home  with 
the  greatest  frequency  and  intimacy,  while  for  five 

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years  I  knew  her  and  enjoyed  much  of  her  company. 

"My  recollections  of  her  sum  themselves  up  in 
three  words — hospitality,  gentleness,  devoutness. 

"She  dispensed  hospitality  with  a  lavish  hand  and 
a  glad  heart. 

"The  doors  of  her  home  were  always  open  to 
her  friends  and  to  the  Lord's  servants.  Her  car 
was  ready  for  any  service  which  might  set  forward 
the  Master's  work,  and  this  the  workers  in  her  church 
and  her  Missionary  Society  knew  right  well.  Better 
still,  she  stood  ready  with  wise  counsel  and  loving 
sympathy  to  contribute  to  every  good  work. 

"Miss  Evie  Brown  was  a  gentle  and  kindly  soul. 
Those  who  knew  her  best  have  frequently  remarked 
upon  her  gracious  spirit.  No  hard  words  and  no  bit- 
terness ever  escaped  her  lips.  She  thought  well  and 
spoke  kindly  of  others. 

"She  was  devout.  To  her,  Jesus  and  the  Father 
were  real,  and  she  communed  with  them  each  passing 
day,  and  many  times  each  day.  Who  that  heard 
her  lead  in  prayer,  either  in  the  larger  circles  or  in 
the  home,  can  forget  how  tender  and  sincere  was  her 
appeal  for  divine  favor,  and  how  humbly  dependent 
she  was  upon  the  Father's  mercy? 

"As  I  write  these  lines  I  find  it  necessary  to  re- 
strain my  pen  lest  I  say  words  which,  when  they 
appear  in  cold  type,  may  seem  unduly  strong. 

"I  loved  her  well  and  I  know  she  was  one  whom 
Jesus  loved."  MRS.  P.  E.  BURROUGHS. 

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A  TRIBUTE  OF   LOVE  AND  APPRECIATION. 

"Sadness  and  an  indescribable  sense  of  personal 
loss  comes  to  me  with  the  home-going  of  Miss  Evie 
Brown.  She  was  one  of  the  first  to  welcome  me  as 
Secretary  of  the  Tennessee  Missionary  Union ;  quick- 
ly she  made  a  place  for  me  in  the  great  host  of  those 
who  loved  and  honored  her,  and  at  once  I  felt  that 
I  had  found  in  her  the  richest  treasure  earth  holds 
for  us — a  real  friend. 

"My  association  with  her  in  our  Woman's  Mis- 
sionary Union  work,  that  filled  so  large  a  place  in 
her  life  and  thought,  was  ever  pleasant.  In  the 
times  of  perplexity  that  come  to  all  workers  she  was 
ever  ready  with  wise  counsel ;  in  times  of  depression, 
with  sympathy  and  encouragement.  Her  beautiful 
prayer  life,  strong  faith,  and  sunny  optimism  were  a 
constant  rebuke  to  me.  If  a  criticism  that  seemed 
harsh  was  spoken  in  her  presence,  the  suggestion 
came,  'Perhaps  you  have  not  prayed  for  her  as  you 
ought.' 

"Thinking  over  these  three  years  and  more  of  my 
close  touch  with  her,  I  cannot  recall  a  word  or  an 
act  that  I  could  say  was  wrong. 

"She  gave  largely  of  material  things  to  the  Lord's 
cause;  but,  best  of  all,  she  gave  herself.  The  in- 
fluence of  her  Christlike  personality  was  a  far  better 
gift  than  her  money.  Her  joy  in  attending  the  last 

Woman's  Missionary  Union  was  beautiful  to  see. 

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I  am  glad  she  had  this  last  earthly  privilege.  When 
the  news  came  to  me  that  she  had  gone  to  her  heaven- 
ly home  before  reaching  her  earthly  home,  my  first 
thought  was,  what  a  glorious  Sabbath  day  this  is  for 
her;  for  truly  hers  was  'an  abundant  entrance.'  My 
next  thought  was  a  swift-winged  prayer  that  God 
in  his  infinite  love  and  wisdom  would  grant  her 
supreme  desire,  that  she  might  welcome  to  the 
heavenly  home  all  those  of  her  own  household;  that 
among  those  won  through  her  gifts,  her  influence  and 
her  prayers,  these  might  not  be  missing. 

'  'I  cannot  say,  I  will  not  say 
That  she  is  dead;  she  is  just  away, 
With  a  cheery  smile  and  a  wave  of  the  hand 
She  has  wandered  into  that  other  land, 
And  left  us  dreaming  how  very  fair 
It  needs  must  be,  since  she  lingers  there. 
Think  of  her  as  faring  on,  as  dear 
In  the  love  of  there  as  the  love  of  here. 
Think  of  her  as  the  same,  I  say; 
She  is  not  dead;  she  is  just  away.'  ' 

MARGARET  BUCHANAN. 


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MEMORIAL  SERVICES 

Memorial  services  were  held  by  the  Executive 
Board  of  Woman's  Missionary  Union  at  the  First 
Baptist  Church  on  the  afternoon  of  June  16.  Miss 
Evie  was  an  honorary  member  of  this  board,  a  dis- 
tinction highly  esteemed  by  her.  The  programs  of 
the  memorial  service  bore  upon  their  covers  a  like- 
ness of  her,  rendering  them  all  the  more  prized  by 
those  in  attendance.  A  large  company  of  devoted 
friends  were  assembled.  Mrs.  Roger  Eastman, 
Mrs.  A.  P.  Edwards  and  Mrs.  A.  J.  Wheeler  were 
in  charge  of  preparations  for  the  service,  the  last- 
named  having  arranged  the  program  so  that  it  might 
to  some  degree  indicate  the  breadth  of  Miss  Evie's 
vision  and  sympathy ;  her  wide,  steady,  and  effective 
activities,  and  to  evidence  in  part  the  tender,  pro- 
found love  and  esteem  in  which  she  was  held  in 
every  field  of  her  endeavor. 

A  published  report  of  this  gathering  tells  of  all 
the  testimonies  and  tributes,  and  concludes  with  the 
following  prophecy: 

"This  beautiful  service  will  linger  long  in  the 
hearts  of  those  privileged  to  attend,  and  this  life  of 
loving  service  will  be  an  incentive  to  higher  living 
for  those  most  closely  associated  with  her,  'who  is 
not  dead,  but  just  away'." 

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I  LOVE  TO  TELL  THE  STORY. 
(The  /jpmn  she  most  loved  to  sing.) 

I  love  to  tell  the  story 

Of  unseen  things  above; 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story 

Because  I  know  'tis  true; 
It  satisfies  my  longings, 

As  nothing  else  can  do. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story; 

For  those  who  know  it  best, 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting, 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I   sing  the  new,   new  song, 
'Twill  be  the  old,  old  story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. 

CHORUS. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story, 
'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory; 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 
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PROGRAM. 

Bible  Reading  and  Prayer MRS.  B.  H.  ALLEN 

Song  Led  by  MRS.  CHAS.  MANTHEY 

Testimonies  of  Former  Pastors Read  by  DR.  ALLEN  FORT 

Tributes  from  Secretaries  of  Boards Read  by  Miss  BUCHANAN 

Remarks  by  MRS.  AVERY  CARTER,  President  of  \V.  M.  U.  of  Tenn. 

A  Message  from  the  Board  of  Deacons  of  First  Baptist  Church 

Read  by  MRS.  A.  P.  EDWARDS 

Tribute  from  the  Bible  Class  of  S.  S.  Presented  by  MRS.  ALLEN  FORT 
Testimonial   of   Woman's   Missionary   Society .  .  .  Miss   ALICE  SPARKS 

Solo MRS.  MANTHEY,  accompanied  by  MRS.  R.  A.  WILSON 

Resolutions  of  Students  of  Training  School   at  Louisville,   Ky. 

Letter   from  Mrs.  G.  H.  Eager  of  Training  School  Board 

MRS.  S.  P.  DEVAULT 

Tribute  from  Monteagle  Woman's  Missionary  Union  Miss  McNEILLY 

A  Message  from  the  Mission  Field Miss  NoRTHINGTON 

A  Message  from  the   Immigrant  Pier  at  Baltimore,   Md 

MlSS     BlJHLMAIER 

Tribute  from  Religious  Work  Committee  of  Nashville  Y.  W.  C.  A. 
Miss  CRESAP 

The  Testimony  of  Friendship MRS.  CHAS.  H.  EASTMAN 

Song  MRS.  MANTHEY 

Closing  Remarks  and  Prayer MRS.  W.  C.  GOLDEN 

Hebrews  7:16,   "The  Power  of  an  Endless  Life." 


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Bible  reading  by  MRS.  ALLEN  consisted  of  the 
following  passages:  Psalm  90:1-2;  John  14:1-3; 
IThess.  4:13-1 7;  Rev.  7:9-17. 

Mrs.  Manthey  sang  "I  love  to  tell  the  story"  im- 
pressively as  a  solo,  the  audience  softly  joining  in 
the  chorus.  Then  followed  testimonials  from  some 
of  Miss  Evie's  former  pastors. 

NASHVILLE,  TENN.,  June  15,  1916. 
Dr.  Allen  Fort,  Nashville,  Tenn. 

DEAR  DR.  FoRT:  I  understand  that  tomorrow 
afternoon  a  memorial  service  for  Miss  Evie  Brown 
will  be  held  at  the  First  Church. 

I  am  writing  this  note  simply  to  express  my  high 
appreciation  of  her  worth  as  a  Christian  woman,  and 
sincerely  regret  that  I  cannot  be  present  to  bear  this 
testimony.  I  have  known  her  for  many  years  and 
have  always  found  her  true  and  loyal  to  our  com- 
mon Master.  She  wrought  a  good  work  and  went 
home  to  her  reward.  Her  work  will  still  follow  her. 

The  Lord  grant  his  presence  in  the  meeting  and 
sanctify  its  influence  through  his  Holy  Spirit. 
Fraternally  yours, 

J.  M.  FROST. 

Every  life  touched  by  Miss  Evie  Brown  even 
incidentally  was  made  richer.  Her  humility  was 
conquering — positively  conquering.  She  was  a 
friend  of  every  cause  which  represents  our  Saviour. 

Her  life  was  beautiful  and  modest.    She  was  watch- 

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ful  and  sincere.  She  hungered  to  do  good,  and 
found  open  to  her  many  doors  which  she  gladly 
entered.  I  think  her  mind  ran  very  much  on  the 
great  affairs  of  the  Kingdom.  I  never  found  her  un- 
concerned about  any  part  of  the  Lord's  work.  There 
are  no  earthly  records  of  the  good  she  has  done. 
Here  and  there  her  deeds  became  known,  but  the 
fullness  of  them  is  only  known  to  Him  whose  grace 
and  bounty  made  her  what  she  was. 

R.  M.  INLOW. 

Dr.  Fort  was  present  at  the  Memorial  Service 
and  spoke  a  tender  tribute. 


TILL  THE  DAY  BREAK. 

One  afternoon  last  March  I  was  in  Winston- 
Salem,  North  Carolina,  and  a  friend  took  me 
through  the  historic  Moravian  settlement  in  Salem. 
Just  at  sunset  we  stopped  at  the  Moravian  cemetery 
and  looked  down  its  peaceful  avenues  and  upon  its 
restful  green  sward.  As  we  looked,  the  eye  fell 
upon  the  gateway,  across  the  arch  of  which  were 
written  these  words,  "Till  the  Day  Break" ;  and,  as 
on  eternity's  wings,  the  heart  made  its  flight  from 
Christ's  resurrection  morn,  when  in  night-vanquish- 
ing power  the  "Day  Spring  from  on  high  did  visit 
us,"  to  that  morn  when  all  who  sleep  in  him  "till 

the  day  break"  shall  arise  to  His  glory.     It  was 

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sweet  that  afternoon  to  think  of  the  gentle  saints  who 
were  resting  there  under  the  Moravian  mounds. 

Even  so  it  is  sweet  to  think  of  the  resting  place 
in  Clarksville  of  our  gentle,  sainted  friend,  Miss  Evie 
Brown.  It  is  also  blessed  to  consider  how  gently 
and  yet  radiantly  her  whole  life  was  used  to  usher 
in  the  day  as,  in  loving  loyalty  to  her  family  and 
friends,  in  personal  service  for  those  in  need  and  in 
ever-increasing  faith  in  Christianity  and  its  outlying 
missions,  she  proclaimed  the  "Day  of  the  Lord." 

In  the  official  records  of  the  Woman's  Missionary 
Union  her  name  appears  as  the  first  vice-president 
from  Tennessee  and  in  the  same  records  is  the  state- 
ment of  her  election  in  1907  as  a  charter  trustee  of 
the  W.  M.  U.  Training  School  in  Louisville,  Ky., 
to  which  latter  office  she  was  unanimously  re-elected 
each  year.  That  she  was  unusually  faithful  to  each 
trust  is  gratefully  recorded  by  the  Woman's  Mission- 
ary Union.  Year  after  year  she  attended  the  an- 
nual meetings,  bringing  to  them  great  interest  in  each 
detail,  but  manifestly  showing  that  her  greatest  in- 
terest was  in  the  school  at  Louisville.  So  helpful  was 
her  counsel  as  to  the  plans  and  policy  of  the  school 
and  so  generous  was  her  support  of  it  that  instinc- 
tively Union  workers  thought  of  her  whenever  the 
school  in  its  relationship  to  the  states  was  considered. 

That  the  school  and  the  Union  shall  miss  her  is 
self-evident,  but  she,  in  being  missed,  will  "live  in 

the  hearts  of  those  she  loved"  and  by  whom  she  was 

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beloved.  It  is  a  joy  to  think  of  the  countless  num- 
bers of  Union  workers  who  have  been  enlisted  be- 
cause she,  along  with  a  few  others,  in  1888,  had 
the  courage  to  organize  for  larger  service;  of  the 
Training  School  alumnae  whose  equipment  for  life 
work  was  made  possible  by  her  faith  and  that  of 
others  in  the  feeble  local  school  in  1 907 ;  and  of  the 
hosts  of  children  and  women  who  have  come  to 
Christ  in  our  homeland  and  across  the  seas  because 
she  joined  her  offering  of  faith  and  prayers  and  gifts 
to  that  of  those  who,  like  her,  exclaimed,  "Come, 
Lord  Jesus,"  and  scatter  the  night  of  sorrow  and 
sin.  And  so,  however  much  we  may  have  loved  and 
honored  her,  we  know  that  He  loved  her  far  more 
tenderly,  and  that  she  is  "forever  with  the  Lord" 
awaiting  her  Union  friends  "till  the  day  break." 

KATHLEEN  MALLORY, 
W '.  M.  U.  Corresponding  Secretary. 


FROM    STATE   BOARD   OF   MISSIONS. 

I  want  to  extend  to  the  good  women  assurances 
of  the  hearty  sympathy  of  the  State  Board  of  Mis- 
sions at  the  memorial  service  to  be  held  in  honor  of 
the  memory  of  our  friend  and  sister,  the  late  Miss 
Evie  Brown.  A  good  woman  in  Israel  has  fallen 
at  her  post  of  duty.  She  was  very  intelligent  and 
active  in  all  the  work  fostered  by  us  as  a  people. 
No  woman  among  our  Tennessee  sisterhood  was  bet- 

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ter  informed  with  reference  to  our  denominational 
life  than  was  she.  None  loved  the  work  of  the  en- 
tire denomination  with  more  sincere  devotion  and 
none  exceeded  her  in  the  liberality  of  splendid  gifts 
to  the  causes.  Her  place  cannot  easily  be  filled. 

We  rejoice  in  the  splendid  work  done  by  her 
while  she  lived,  and  we  join  with  you  in  mourning 
over  her  loss  from  our  fellowship.  In  behalf  of  the 
State  Mission  Board. 

Respectfully  and  fraternally, 

J.  W.  GlLLON. 


MISSIONARY   UNION. 

As  Secretary  of  our  Tennessee  Executive  Board, 
I  voice  the  feeling  of  our  entire  membership  when 
I  say  there  is  no  one  of  our  number  valued  more 
highly  or  whose  wise  counsel  will  be  so  sorely  missed. 

Miss  Evie  thought  clearly,  weighed  all  matters 
deliberately  and  prayed  earnestly  for  divine  guid- 
ance in  every  movement.  We  grieve  for  ourselves 
our  loss — "She  has  entered  in." 

June  16,  1916.    MARGARET  BUCHANAN, 

Corresponding  Secretary. 


In  meeting  together  to  pay  a  loving  tribute  to  the 
fragrant  memory  of  Miss  Evie  Brown,  let  us  not 

think  of  her  as  being  dead,  but  rather  let  us  think  of 

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her  as  being  gloriously  alive.  Jesus  said,  "I  am  come 
that  ye  might  have  life,  and  have  it  more  abundant- 
ly;" so,  while  we  grieve  that  we  shall  see  her  no 
more  on  earth,  we  do  rejoice  that  she  has  entered 
into  the  more  "abundant  life,"  and  into  the  presence 
of  our  Lord,  whose  friend  she  was  all  her  life  long. 

In  her  relations  with  our  General  Union  and  as 
a  member  of  our  Executive  Board,  Miss  Evie  was 
unfailingly  loyal,  enthusiastic  and  devoted. 

In  gratitude  for  her  services,  and  as  a  fitting  tribute 
to  her  lovely  life,  our  Executive  Board  will  probably 
see  that  in  the  new  Training  School  her  name  will 
be  perpetuated  in  some  suitable  form  of  memorial. 

In  my  garden  was  a  flower,  tall,  white  and  pure — 
a  queen  among  other  lovely  flowers.  In  the  even- 
ing, when  shadows  were  lengthening,  the  Master 
Gardener  came  and  gathered  it.  "Oh,  do  not  take 
that  flower!"  I  cried.  "It  is  the  best  I  have."  "It  is 
only  the  best  that  I  want,"  replied  he. 

MRS.  AVERY  CARTER, 
President,  W.  M.  U. 


THE    DEACONS    OF    FIRST   BAPTIST    CHURCH    EX- 
PRESS APPRECIATION. 

We,  the  Deacons  of  the  First  Baptist  Church, 
Nashville,  wish  to  express  our  appreciation  of  the 
life  and  works  of  Sister  Evie  Brown.  Her  pass- 
ing from  labor  into  rest  has  added  emphasis  to  her 

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great  work  while  living.  Her  spirit  of  co-operation, 
in  every  department  of  our  church  work,  has  led  us, 
many  times,  into  doing  greater  things.  In  some 
movements  for  the  advancement  of  our  local  work 
she  was  the  leader,  while  apparently  unconscious  of 
the  fact.  In  our  plannings,  with  or  without  her  pre- 
vious knowledge,  we  could  look  with  equal  confi- 
dence for  her  sympathy  and  support. 

More  than  one  of  her  pastors  have  felt  the  uplift 
of  her  kindly  words,  and  have  been  encouraged  by 
the  outstretch  of  her  generous  hand.  "When  shall 
we  see  her  like  again?"  is  the  unanswered  cry  of  our 
hearts.  Since  "the  workman  may  die  but  the  work 
must  go  on  forever,"  may  we  not  confidently  look 
unto  God  to  raise  up  some  one  to  take  her  place? 

To  us  and  to  her  much  beloved  brothers,  and 
other  relatives,  she  has  left  an  example  of  self-denial 
and  devotion  for  the  cause  of  humanity  and  for  the 
greater  cause  of  Christ's  kingdom  most  worthy  of  be- 
ing followed.  Her  simple  trust  in  the  risen  Lord 
saved  her  soul  from  death  (her  body  only  sleeps 
awaiting  his  second  coming)  and  gave  her  the  assur- 
ance of  eternal  life. 

G.  C.  SAVAGE,  Chairman, 
R.  L.  ALEXANDER,  Secretary. 


TRIBUTE  OF  ADULT  BIBLE  CLASS. 
The  members  of  the  Adult  Bible  Class,  with  sin- 
cere and  profound  sorrow,  would  record  our  affec- 

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tionate  tribute  of  respect  to  the  memory  of  Miss  Evie 
Brown.  As  a  member  of  this  class,  she  was  con- 
spicuous among  us  for  her  faithful  and  loyal  devo- 
tion, for  her  unfeigned  piety,  for  her  strong  Baptist 
convictions. 

Though  she  has  passed  from  us  in  bodily  pres- 
ence, she  none  the  less  is  still  a  living  force.     Our 
class  will  always  feel  the  impress  of  her  personality 
and  Christian  character.    Her  influence  will  continue 
to  inspire  and  urge  us  to  higher  Christian  living.    We 
shall  cherish  her  memory  as  a  vital  power  in  our 
efforts  through  all  the  years  that  stretch  before  us. 
CHAS.  H.  EASTMAN, 
Vice-President  of  Class; 
CHAS.  E.  LITTLE, 
J.  H.  D.  STEVENS, 

Teacher; 
Committee. 


FROM  THE  WOMAN  S  MISSIONARY  SOCIETY  OF  FIRST 
BAPTIST  CHURCH. 

The  supreme  thing  in  life  with  Miss  Evie  was  the 
spread  of  the  gospel  to  the  uttermost  parts  of  the 
world,  and  no  one  rejoiced  more  than  she  that  South- 
ern Baptist  women  could  have  a  part  in  this  great 
enterprise  by  a  united  effort  through  our  missionary 
societies. 

The  society  of  this  church  felt  the  inspiration  of 
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her  presence,  and  her  zeal  for  the  cause  all  through 
the  years.  She  knew  our  denominational  work  and 
the  need  at  home  and  on  foreign  fields,  and  her  ap- 
peals were  always  strong  and  forceful.  We  never 
heard  her  without  feeling  that  service  was  a  privi- 
lege, but  we  felt  the  hush  and  calm  from  every  world- 
ly thought  when  she  approached  the  throne  in  prayer. 
We  felt  that  we  were  in  the  Divine  presence. 

The  influence  of  her  wholesome  and  consecrated 
life  will  linger  here  through  the  years  to  come.  We 
miss  her.  MRS.  G.  C.  SAVAGE. 

Accompanied  by  Mrs.  R.  A.  Wilson,  Mrs.  Man- 
they  sang  tenderly  the  solo,  "Face  to  Face." 


RESOLUTIONS  OF  TRAINING  SCHOOL  GIRLS. 

We,  the  Tennessee  girls  at  the  W.  M.  U.  Train- 
ing School,  wish  to  express  our  profound  sympathy  to 
friends  and  relatives  of  our  own  dear  Miss  Evie 
Brown.  Your  loss  at  her  going  away  is  our  loss 
also.  She  has  been  our  friend — a  friend  not  only 
in  a  material  way,  but  better  by  her  deep,  prayerful 
interest  and  anxiety  that  our  lives  count  in  the  great 
cause  which  we  represent. 

May  her  self-sacrificing  spirit,  her  devotion  to 
God,  her  service  to  the  world  continue  in  your  lives 
and  in  ours;  and  may  her  influence,  like  the  stream, 
ever  widen  and  deepen  as  it  flows  on.  And  may 
our  hearts  respond  to  God's  teachings,  which  by  this 

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touch  of  His  divine  providence  gave  her  entrance 
into  the  more  abundant  life,  and  left  us  to  wait,  work, 
watch  and  pray. 

Respectfully, 

ADELIA  LOWRIE, 
HAZEL  ANDREWS, 
LOUETTA  HESS, 
GLADYS  STEPHENSON. 


AN  APPRECIATION. 

"The  gospel  of  a  life 
Is  more  than  books  or  creed." 

On  a  bright  Sabbath  May  day,  returning  from 
a  pilgrimage  of  love  and  service  to  the  "Land  of 
the  Sky,"  suddenly  Miss  ELvie  slipped  away  to 
the  real  Delectable  Mountains,  where  she  "summers 
high  in  bliss  upon  the  hills  of  God." 

Our  hearts  stood  still  at  the  thought  of  the  irrep- 
arable loss  that  had  come  to  those  she  loved  and 
those  who  loved  her — and  to  God's  work  in  the 
world,  with  the  going  away  into  the  Eternal  Silences 
of  that  radiant  and  beneficent  personality.  Truly 
was  she  one  "who  loved  so  well,  her  work  was 
sweeter  for  her  love,  and  still  her  love  was  sweeter 
for  her  work,"  for  hers  was  a  love  that  interpreted 
itself  not  only  in  noblest  giving,  but  in  beautiful  liv- 
ing. 

If  we  lose  what  we  try  to  save,  and  save  only 
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what  we  give,  what  rich  treasures  Miss  Evie  car- 
ried with  her  into  her  Father's  house  of  the  many 
mansions. 

In  this  beloved  friend  we  saw  a  wonderful  charac- 
ter. In  pure  and  childlike  goodness  she  was  an 
epistle  read  and  known  of  all — not  a  drop  of  bitter 
ever  fell  from  her  tongue,  never  a  sting  from  her 
words.  Her  judgments  were  always  generous,  and 
her  heart  overflowed  with  the  milk  of  human  kind- 
ness. She  was  gentleness  itself,  but  her  convictions 
were  like  adamant.  In  discussing  great  questions  of 
philosophy  and  science  with  a  learned  doctor,  the 
rich  stores  of  her  own  mind  were  strikingly  revealed, 
but  it  was  the  simple,  undebatable,  clear-visioned 
faith  that  she  lived  by  that  made  the  profound  im- 
pression on  the  great  scientist.  "What  a  wonderful 
conception  of  God  and  his  Book  she  has,"  I  heard 
him  say. 

Perhaps  her  nearest  and  dearest  will  never  know 
the  scope  of  that  gentle,  brave  life,  in  its  ceaseless 
activity,  as  she,  following  in  her  gentle  Master's 
footsteps,  "went  about  doing  good."  How  many 
struggling  lives  she  inspired  with  new  courage,  how 
many  fainting  hearts  she  made  strong  with  new  hope, 
how  many  needy  causes  she  sent  the  life-giving  blood 
into,  only  the  Great  Book  of  Life  has  recorded ;  but 
she  lives  today,  and  will  ever  live  as  long  as  good- 
ness and  purity  and  self-abnegation,  and  love. 

"For  God  and  God's  own  truth,  and  loves  for 
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Magdalene  and  Ruth,"  shine  and  glow  like  steady 
stars  in  the  darkness  of  earth's  sin  and  bitter  sorrows. 
"Only  in  the  loves  we  have  for  others  than  our- 
selves can  we  truly  live — or  die." 

MRS.  GEO.  B.  EAGER. 


The  Woman's  Monteagle  Missionary  Association 
would  put  on  record  the  deep  sense  of  loss  it  has 
sustained  in  the  death  of  Miss  Evie  Brown,  one  of 
its  most  faithful  members. 

By  her  genial  personal  character  and  warm-heart- 
ed friendliness,  she  commended  herself  to  the  love 
of  all  who  knew  her  and  to  the  affection  of  her  fel- 
low members  of  the  association. 

By  her  abundant  charities  and  manifold  kind- 
nesses of  word  and  deed,  she  was  a  helper  to  all  who 
were  in  distress. 

By  her  devotion  to  the  service  of  our  Lord  Jesus 
Christ  she  won  the  confidence  of  her  fellow  Chris- 
tians, not  only  of  her  own  denomination,  but  of  all 
who  love  the  Lord  Jesus. 

By  her  wisdom  in  counsel  and  her  liberality  in 
helping  forward  the  great  objects  of  this  association, 
she  showed  her  deep  and  abiding  interest  in  the 
glorious  work  of  carrying  the  gospel  to  all  the  world. 

Now  that  her  work  on  earth  is  done,  we  rejoice  in 
the  assurance  that  she  is  safe  forever  with  that  Saviour 
whom  she  loved  and  served  so  faithfully. 

(Read  by  Miss  Margaret  McNeilly.) 
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MARION,  ILL.,  June  12,  1916. 

As  you  are  assembled  today  as  an  Executive 
Board  to  pay  tribute  to  our  friend  and  counselor  who 
has  preceded  us  to  the  glory  land,  my  thoughts  go 
back  to  the  first  session  of  this  board  I  ever  attended. 
You  had  elected  me  field  worker,  and  I  was  afraid 
of  my  new  responsibilities.  A  sweet-faced,  gray- 
haired  woman  who  had  known  me  all  my  life 
was  present  and  put  her  arms  around  me  and  said, 
"Mary,  I  believe  you  are  the  one  for  this  work." 
Through  the  four  years  I  served  you  she  was  my 
constant  friend  and  guide.  She  was  enthusiastic 
about  the  work  and  stood  for  all  forward  movements. 
While  I  was  a  Training  School  student,  she  was  ever 
a  true  friend  to  me. 

Many  times  since  I  left  the  state  she  has  said, 
"Mary,  I  will  always  be  interested  in  you."  Do  you 
wonder  that  I  miss  her,  even  though  I  am  far  away? 

MARY  NORTHINGTON. 


The  following  tribute  is  from  Miss  Buhlmaier,  a 
missionary  of  the  Home  Board,  who  is  stationed  at 
the  Immigrant  Pier  at  Baltimore  to  welcome  and 
assist  the  lonely  or  needy  immigrants  as  these  arrive. 

MY  DEAR  .  .  .  :  My  heart  goes  out  to  you 
and  the  many  loved  ones  in  Tennessee  who  this  day 
shall  gather  to  honor  the  memory  of  one  of  the  choic- 
est among  you.  Would  that  it  were  my  privilege 

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to  be  with  you  in  person  and  thus  add  my  testimony 
as  to  the  love,  fellowship  and  Christian  service  ever 
rendered  joyfully  by  the  one  just  gone  from  us  to 
be  with  the  Lord  forever. 

I  count  it  an  unusual  privilege  to  have  been  in  her 
beautiful  mountain  home  for  several  days  last  sum- 
mer, and  where  she  was  untiring  in  loving  care  and 
attention.  Her  interest  was  world-wide,  her  life 
modest,  but  staunch  and  loyal  to  every  good  cause. 
The  salvation  of  the  lost  world  was  her  aim  in  word 
and  deed,  and,  oh,  how  she  longed  to  see  all  her 
own  loved  ones  in  the  sure  haven  of  hope,  joy,  and 
peace.  "Pray  for  them"  were  almost  the  last  words 
and  request  as  I  left  her  there  at  Monteagle.  And 
"pray  for  them"  we  will  until  they,  each  and  all, 
will  learn  to  "serve  the  Lord  with  gladness"  and 
follow  in  the  footsteps  of  their  royal  and  loyal  rela- 
tive. 

Oh,  what  joy  to  think  of  the  meeting  again  by 
the  side  of  the  River  of  Life  and  around  the  great 
White  Throne !  How  she  will  delight  to  tell  of  the 
meeting  she  left  here  in  Asheville  to  be,  not 
as  she  intended,  in  her  home  in  Nashville,  but  rather 
at  home  in  Beulah  Land  to  attend  the  more  perfect 
meeting  of  the  bloodwashed  throng  forever ! 

May  we,  too,  be  found  worthy  to  enter  there 
where  the  Lamb  shall  feed  them  and  shall  lead  them 
unto  living  fountains  of  water  and  God  himself  shall 
wipe  away  all  tears  from  our  eyes. 

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With  deep  emotion  and  sincere  sympathy,  espe- 
cially for  the  bereaved  relatives,  I  am, 
Yours  sincerely, 

MARIE  BUHLMAIER. 
1614  W.  Lexington  St.,  Baltimore,  Md. 
June  13,  1916. 


When  asked  to  represent  the  Religious  Work  De- 
partment of  the  Y.  W.  C.  A.  this  afternoon  at  this 
memorial  service  for  our  friend,  Miss  Evie  Brown, 
a  consciousness  of  a  general  unfitness  suggested  that 
some  one  else  be  invited.  There  were  so  many  of 
her  friends  in  the  association  who  had  known  her  so 
much  longer  and  so  much  more  intimately  than  I, 
I  felt  that  I  might  seem  to  be  intruding.  My  only 
excuse  for  accepting  the  invitation  is  that  in  the  short 
time  of  our  association  on  the  Religious  Work  Com- 
mittee of  the  Y.  W.  C.  A.,  I  learned  to  appreciate, 
to  love  and  to  depend  upon  Miss  Brown;  to  appre- 
ciate the  many  qualities  of  sterling  worth,  to  love  the 
one  who  always  listened  so  sympathetically  and  un- 
derstandingly,  and  to  depend  upon  the  wise  counsel 
of  one  who  from  her  wonderful  resources  of  experi- 
ence and  faith  had  always  some  helpful  plan  to 
offer. 

The  first  impression  I  had  of  her  was  one  day  last 
fall  when  she  came  into  the  committee  meeting  in 
the  Bible  Room  of  the  association  and  took  her  place 

among  the  women  with  whom  she  had  served  for 

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years.  The  bright,  beautiful  smile,  the  charm  and 
graciousness  of  her  manner,  the  warm  hand-clasp 
made  me  feel  at  once  that  I  was  meeting  one  who 
would  be  a  real  friend. 

The  impression  of  that  first  day  of  our  acquaint- 
ance became  a  reality,  and  when  I  heard  the  sad 
news  that  Miss  Brown  had  passed  away  my  almost 
immediate  thought  was  that  I  had  lost  a  personal 
friend.  Then  came  the  realization  that  the  associa- 
tion had  lost  one  of  its  staunchest  supporters;  that 
the  Religious  Work  Committee  had  suffered  an  ir- 
reparable loss. 

Miss  Brown  had  been  a  member  of  the  associa- 
tion for  many  years — a  sustaining  or  contributing 
member  for  several  years.  For  some  time  she  had 
been  a  member  of  the  Religious  Work  Committee 
and  this  last  year  she  was  interested  not  only  in  the 
plans  of  the  committee  but  gave  her  hearty  coopera- 
tion in  the  carrying  out  of  these  plans,  attending  as 
far  as  her  frail  strength  would  permit  upon  the  va- 
rious services  and  Bible  classes.  She  was  particu- 
larly interested  in  the  success  of  Dr.  Brown's  Bible 
Class,  using  her  telephone  in  calling  up  friends  that 
they  might  know  the  value  of  the  Lenten  studies  and 
have  the  privilege  of  attending.  Her  interest  in  the 
special  series  conducted  by  Dr.  Fort  in  March  was 
great,  and  though  very  frail  at  that  particular  time, 
she  attended  when  she  could.  The  Sunday  after- 
noon Vesper  Services  were  very  attractive  to  her  and 

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she  usually  brought  some  friends,  that  they  might 
enjoy  them,  too. 

Her  very  great  interest  in  the  women  of  other 
lands  led  her  to  contribute  generously  to  our  Y.  W. 
C.  A.  work  in  Turkey,  and  at  the  committee  meet- 
ing in  May  she,  with  others,  promised  to  obtain  five 
new  contributors,  that  a  larger  amount  might  be 
raised  to  meet  the  great  need  of  the  women  in  Tur- 
key, who  are  suffering  so  much  because  of  the  dread- 
ful war  conditions. 

Only  those  who  worked  with  her  know  how  un- 
grudgingly she  gave  of  herself,  of  her  time,  and 
of  her  money.  Miss  Brown,  like  George  Eliot, 
seemed  to  feel  that  a  great  deal  of  real  living  con- 
sisted in  making  life  less  difficult  for  others;  but  her 
motive  was  very  different.  She  lived  in  the  presence 
of  God  with  a  consciousness  always  of  his  charge  to 
her,  "You  are  my  witness."  Knowing  this,  we 
catch  the  uplift  and  radiance  of  her  spirit-filled  life, 
and  believe  that  what  she  did  so  quietly,  so  faithfully 
and  so  effectively  can  never  be  lost. 

Miss  CORA  CRESAP. 
Secretary  of  Religious  Work,  Y.  W.  C.  A. 


THE  TESTIMONY  OF  FRIENDSHIP. 

Someone  asked  Kingsley  what  was  the  secret  of 
his  strong,  joyous  life,  and  he  answered,  "I  had  a 

friend." 

M 


Evie  Brown  was  my  friend — she  for  whom  this 
memorial  service  is  held.  It  was  my  privilege  and 
blessing  to  have  her  unfailing  friendship  for  many 
years.  While  I  believe  the  best  people  need  the 
briefest  eulogies,  but  for  the  example  of  such  a  life 
as  hers  who  was  to  all  who  knew  her  such  an  in- 
spiration for  higher  living,  too  much  cannot  be  said. 
She  deserved  all  that  has  or  could  be  said  of  her  as 
a  Christian  and  church  member,  but  I  wish  to  testify 
of  her  qualities  that  made  her  as  a  friend  so  perfect — 
the  culture  of  her  mind,  the  geniality  of  her  disposi- 
tion, the  integrity  of  her  character,  the  benevolence 
of  her  spirit,  the  earnestness  of  her  purpose,  the  large- 
ness of  her  love.  Her  thoughts  were  pure  and  beauti- 
ful, so  her  character  grew,  and  love,  "the  fulfilling 
of  the  law,"  enfolded  her  and  left  her  spirit  un- 
dimmed  during  her  long  experience  of  pain  and 
weariness. 

I  love  to  think  of  her  in  that  "place  prepared  for 
her"  where  there  are  no  failing  bodies,  lagging  steps, 
and  thinking  of  her,  I  think  of  Bunyan's  beautiful 
story  of  the  Beulah  Land  where  Christiana  gathered 
flowers  in  the  garden  of  the  King  of  kings. 

It  remains  for  us  who  appreciate  the  blessing  of 
fellowship  with  a  life  such  as  hers  here  to  emulate 
it,  thereby  inheriting  with  her  an  eternity  of  joy 
with  God.  MRS.  C.  H.  EASTMAN. 

Mrs.  .Manthey,  assisted  by  Mrs.  R.  A.  Wilson 
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at  the  piano,  led  the  audience  in  singing  the  familiar 
song,  "God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again." 

CLOSING  REMARKS  AND  PRAYER  BY  MRS.  GOLDEN. 

"Blessed  are  the  dead  which  die  in  the  Lord, 
from  henceforth:  Yea,  saith  the  Spirit,  that  they 
may  rest  from  their  labors;  and  their  works  do  fol- 
low them."  (Rev.  14:13.) 

We  are  looking  heavenward  today.  We  have  lis- 
tened to  these  beautiful  tributes  from  loving  friends, 
none  of  whom,  perhaps,  have  been  able  to  give  ex- 
pression to  all  that  they  feel.  Our  hearts  have  re- 
sponded to  every  good  thing  they  have  uttered.  We 
had  not  realized,  probably,  the  extent  of  the  influence 
of  our  dear  friend  and  co-worker.  We  had  not 
stopped  to  consider  the  variety  of  things  that  ab- 
sorbed her  attention.  How  large  her  interests !  How 
varied  her  activity!  Truly,  "She  hath  done  what 
she  could." 

Two  thoughts  have  been  impressed  on  me  today 
by  what  I  have  heard:  First,  how  her  life  honored 
God;  second,  how  very  much  worth  while  it  is  to 
live  such  a  life. 

In  this  last  closing  moment  I  would  ask  you  to 
lift  your  eyes  from  things  of  earth ;  to  think  no  longer 
of  our  loss,  our  grief,  the  great  vacancy  that  her  go- 
ing has  made  in  our  ranks.  But  let  us,  with  the  eye 

of  faith,  pierce  the  veil,  and  see  her  among  that  great 

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company  of  shining  ones,  who  have  washed  their 
robes  and  made  them  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

"Therefore  are  they  before  the  throne  of  God, 
and  serve  him  day  and  night  in  his  temple;  and 
he  that  sitteth  upon  the  throne  shall  dwell  among 
them. 

"They  shall  hunger  no  more,  neither  thirst  any 
more;  neither  shall  the  sun  light  on  them,  nor  any 
heat. 

"For  the  Lamb  which  is  in  the  midst  of  the  throne 
shall  feed  them,  and  shall  lead  them  unto  living  foun- 
tains of  waters;  and  God  shall  wipe  away  all  tears 
from  their  eyes. "  ( Rev.  7:14-17.) 

"If  I  go  and  prepare  a  place  for  you,  I  shall  come 
again,  and  receive  you  unto  myself,  that  where  I  am, 
there  ye  may  be  also."  (John  14:3.) 

"So  shall  we  ever  be  with  the  Lord."  (I  Thess. 
4:17.) 

"Ever  'with  the  Lord"  the  note  triumphant  of  the 
Christian  life. 

This  is  the  closing  message  of  the  hour,  a  message 
of  hope,  of  comfort,  of  good  cheer,  if  you  will. 

The  Lord  will  care  for  his  work  here;  will  make 
stronger  the  arms  of  those  that  remain,  and  will  raise 
up  new  workers.  But  to  her  whom  we  love,  whom 
we  honor,  for  whom  we  sorrow,  Miss  Evie  Brown, 

he  has  given  that  better  part.     He  has  received  her 

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unto  Himself,  that  where  He  is,  there  she  may  be 
also,  "Ev^r  with  the  Lord." 

"O  Death,  where  is  thy  sting! 
O  Grave,  where  is  thy  victory!" 

MRS.  W.  C.  GOLDEN. 


From  the  First  Baptist  Church  Calendar  for  the 
week  beginning  May  28,  1916: 

"Again  the  Death  Angel  has  come  to  us,  and 
Miss  Evie  Brown,  so  useful  and  so  much  loved,  has 
gone  to  her  reward  with  the  faithful.  The  bulletin 
does  not  allow  the  space  for  any  adequate  apprecia- 
tion of  Miss  Erie's  wonderful  character,  but  we  must 
mention  her  great  and  optimistic  vision  for  this  church 
and  its  future.  She  seldom  spoke  of  the  glorious  past 
of  the  church,  as  so  many  of  her  age  are  apt  to  do, 
but  all  her  hopes  and  suggestions  were  for  the  place 
the  church  will  take  in  the  Greater  Nashville  that 
is  to  be,  and  she  was  in  sympathy  with  all  plans  that 
looked  to  future  building  and  development.  Could 
she  have  remained  with  us  she  would  have  helped 
greatly  in  all  things  that  look  for  efficiency  in  meeting 
the  great  new  day  to  which  we  are  rapidly  coming. 
Her  faith  and  vision  were  a  constant  inspiration,  and 
we  shall  miss  her  everywhere.  We  need  to  pray  for 

grace  to  say,  'Thy  will  be  done.' ' 

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MEMORIAL  SERVICES  FOR  MISS  EVIE  BROWN. 

"MONTEAGLE,  TENN.,  July  19. — For  many 
years  Miss  Evie  Brown,  well  known  in  Nashville, 
has  been  a  valued  member  of  the  Monteagle  Mis- 
sionary Association,  contributing  liberally  to  the  mis- 
sionary home  maintained  by  it  at  this  place. 

"In  recognition  of  her  work,  and  of  the  associa- 
tion's loss  in  her  death,  a  memorial  service,  arranged 
by  the  association's  president,  Mrs.  I.  J.  Van  Ness, 
of  Nashville,  was  held  on  the  last  day  of  missionary 
week. 

"The  platform  in  Warren  Hall  was  appropriately 
decorated  in  white  hydrangeas,  daisies  and  designs 
done  in  Monteagle  ivy,  while  in  the  background 
hung  the  Mexican  flag,  guarded  and  protected  on 
either  side  by  our  own  red,  white  and  blue,  em- 
blematic of  the  Christian  love  and  brotherhood  which 
she  upheld  and  approved. 

"Mrs.  George  B.  Eager,  Trustee  for  the  Baptist 
Missionary  Training  School,  located  in  Louisville, 
Ky.,  presided  at  the  service,  speaking  in  words  of 
greatest  commendation  of  Miss  Brown's  work  in  be- 
half of  that  institution  as  well  as  all  other  missionary 
activities  of  her  denomination.  Resolutions  written 
by  Miss  Margaret  McNeilly,  of  Nashville,  were 
read  and  adopted.  A  letter  from  Miss  Marie  Buhl- 
maier,  for  years  Baptist  missionary  at  the  emigrants' 

pier  in  Baltimore,  told  of  Miss  Brown's  generosity 

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and  helpfulness.  A  "Friend's  Appreciation,"  writ- 
ten by  Mrs.  A.  J.  Wheeler,  of  Nashville,  and  a 
tribute  from  Mrs.  Van  Ness  followed.  Mrs.  Van 
Ness  spoke  of  Miss  Brown  as  the  ideal  Christian 
hostess,  telling  of  the  "prophet's  chamber"  in  her 
cottage  at  this  place.  The  service  was  fittingly  closed 
by  Mr.  Brantley  Smith,  of  Nashville,  who  sang, 
"Only  remembered  by  what  we  have  done." — Nash- 
ville Banner. 


From  the  July  number  of  In  Royal  Service: 
WITH  THE  ENCOMPASSING  WITNESSES. 

"Two  other  honored  and  beloved  friends  of  the 
Woman's  Missionary  Union  have  recently  joined  the 
faith-inspiring  'cloud  of  witnesses'  which  compass  the 
Christian  forces. 

"The  other  friend,  who  also  during  the  Asheville 
meeting  'went  home,'  was  Miss  Evie  Brown,  of  Ten- 
nessee. In  Richmond,  Virginia,  in  1 907,  Miss  Brown 
was  elected  a  charter  trustee  of  the  Training  School 
and  was  each  year  re-elected  from  her  state.  Thus, 
though  very  frail,  she  felt  that  she  must  attend  the 
Asheville  meeting,  for  she  knew  that  at  that  session 
the  enlargement  of  the  school  would  be  planned  for. 
So  on  Wednesday  afternoon,  May  1 7,  when  the 
Training  School  Board  met  in  Asheville,  Miss 
Brown  was  present.  To  every  detail  of  the  long  ses- 
sion she  gave  her  untiring  attention,  being  enthusiastic 

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in  her  endorsement  of  the  building  plans  submitted 
by  the  local  board  of  the  school.  One  of  these  plans 
was  the  suggestion  that  in  each  church  a  "Dollar 
Club"  be  organized  as  one  means  of  raising  the  de- 
sired amount.  Though  Miss  Brown  was  one  of  the 
largest  contributors  to  the  school,  still  she  knew  that 
the  school  would  gain  a  friend  with  every  gift,  so 
she  sprung  to  her  feet  to  commend  the  plan,  saying 
that  while  we  did  want  large  gifts  from  many 
wealthy  individuals,  still  it  would  mean  far  more  to 
get  the  masses  interested  through  such  clubs.  From 
her  emphasis  upon  these  'Dollar  Clubs'  to  enlist  the 
many  in  the  raising  of  the  needed  $98,000.00  sprang 
the  slogan:  '$98,000.00  from  98,000  persons.' 

"Another  beautiful  service  which  she  rendered  at 
Asheville  occurred  on  Friday  noon.  It  will  be  re- 
called that  at  that  hour  representatives  of  the  Foreign 
Mission  Board  came  before  the  Union  to  ask  help  in 
raising  its  $180,000.00  debt.  While  the  pledges 
were  being  taken,  Miss  Lila  Mclntyre,  a  trained 
nurse  from  interior  China,  said  that  she  could  give 
only  $10.00,  but  that  she  wished  also  to  give  the 
string  of  amber  beads  which  she  wore  around  her 
neck.  She  said  that  she  bought  them  in  China  for  a 
very  small  price  but  that  in  the  United  States  they 
would  cost  from  $60.00  to  $75.00.  At  the  recess 
hour  Miss  Brown  told  the  presiding  officer  that  she 
wished  to  purchase  the  beads  for  $75.00,  with  the 
understanding  that  they  be  given  back  to  Miss  Mc- 

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Intyre  to  wear  for  her  in  China.  At  the  afternoon 
session  the  W.  M.  U.  Treasurer  narrated  this  beau- 
tiful incident,  but  withheld  Miss  Brown's  name,  as 
she  requested.  Again  Miss  Mclntyre  came  forward 
and  the  beads  were  put  around  her  neck  as  she  told 
of  her  added  joy  in  owning  them  once  more  and  of 
her  gratitude  to  the  unknown  friend. 

"And  so  from  the  meeting  to  which  her  presence 
had  contributed  so  much  of  helpfulness  and  interest, 
Miss  Brown  started  for  her  home  in  Nashville.  But 
not  to  the  earthly  but  to  the  heavenly  home  the 
Father  gently  took  her  on  Sunday,  May  2 1 .  Truly 
it  was  but  a  Sabbath  journey  for  her  whose  whole 
life  seemed  continuous  praise  in  her  temple  of  service 
to  Him. 

'  'We  shall  come  with  joy  and  gladness, 

We  shall  gather  'round  the  throne; 
Face  to  face  with  those  that  love  us, 

We  shall  know  as  we  are  known; 
And  the  song  of  our  redemption 

Shall  resound  through  endless  day, 
When  the  shadows  have  departed 

And  the  mists  have  rolled  away.'  ' 


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